One day in Spring of 1983, I was a junior in high school, and the whole school was supposed to be gathered in the gym for some sort of pep rally or something. I and a fellow computer geek had absolutely no interest in this, so we spent the time walking around the empty halls talking about the programs we were working on (in 6502 machine language on the school's Apple ][+ machines). We ran into a teacher, who asked us why we weren't at the rally. We waved our diskette boxes (the badge of a computer geek at the time) at him and mumbled something to the effect of, "Oh, we're doing computer stuff", and he let us continue on our way rather than dragging us to the gym.